Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Looking at the blond young man's collapsed appearance, Shiraishi Masato's eyes flashed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was strange and terrifying.

Yes, that's it, break yourself down, reshape yourself, deeply imprint my mark in your heart, fill your soul, become an existence that you can never defy, and become a belief for which you can devote everything.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Amuro-kun's golden hair. Looking at the dead and numb person, his voice became softer and softer: "This is not Amuro-kun's fault. Amuro-kun just can't see, so he can't tell who the people around him are. But it doesn't matter. Amuro-kun can always trust me."

"I won't lie to Amuro-kun. I can be Amuro-kun's eyes, keep out all those with bad intentions, and protect Amuro-kun."

The blond young man raised his head numbly, his unfocused eyes trying hard to fall on Shiraishi Masato, and there seemed to be a faint sense of dependence on his face.

Shiraishi Masato took a breath and felt that the blond young man was really awesome. Just by looking at him like that, he got hard.

Why didn’t I find Amuro-kun so attractive before?

After careful analysis, Shiraishi Masato discovered that the fundamental reason he was tempted was that he could not resist the poor little creature he had created, who was so fragile that it was vulnerable and whom he could paint at will.

He was extremely excited just thinking about the person in front of him opening her body and mind to him without any defense.

He looked down at the bulge in the middle of his thigh with a frank expression, not feeling ashamed at all.

He licked his lips, and gently brushed away the hair stuck to the young man's cheek with his fingertips. He said softly, "Don't be afraid, Tou-kun. Look, you've been staying with me for the past few days. Hasn't anyone bullied you?"

Fūya Rei pursed his lips and nodded hesitantly.

The young man after the mental breakdown is like an innocent child with a blank slate, or like a program that can only passively receive his input. This is amazing.

Shiraishi Masato raised his chin and said affectionately: "So, I have always been protecting Amuro-kun. Whatever I do, it is for Amuro-kun."

The blond youth's expression of dependence became even more pronounced. He reached out and grabbed Shiraishi Masato's arm, pleading in a hoarse voice, "Please, protect me..."

The curve of Shiraishi Masato's mouth became wider. Amuro-kun will eventually belong to him completely.

His voice deliberately became cold, and he said lightly: "But Amuro-kun, no matter what you do, you have to pay a price. What can you pay?"

Jōgō Rei was stunned, his expression becoming even more bewildered and helpless, as if he felt that he was all alone and had nothing.

He looked helpless and tried to open his eyes wide to look at Shiraishi Masato, but the emptiness before him only spoke of his powerlessness.

He looked pleading and said blankly, "What can I do for you, Mr. Shiraishi?"

Shiraishi Masato released his hand and suddenly ordered in a cold voice, "Lie down."

The blond young man blinked. Of course, he was not afraid of what Shiraishi Masato would do. The only reason this guy could stay conscious at the moment was because of his obsession with causing trouble.

So, he leaned back and lay on the ground obediently. The stone fragments under him pricked his back and hurt, but his expression did not fluctuate at all.

Shiraishi Masato squatted down, raised the corners of his mouth, pressed the young man's bound hands above his head, and his fingertips wandered over the young man's naked body, sliding across every scar on his chest.

He stared intently at the changes in the blond young man's expression. The tingling and stinging sensation caused by the wound being touched was not pleasant, but no matter how unbearable it was, the young man showed no resistance on his face.

His hollow eyes looked pitifully in his direction. He was clearly disgusted by the physical contact caused by those men's behavior and had a stress reaction. But at this moment, under his touch, he overcame his psychological reaction and became obedient and submissive, allowing him to do what he wanted.

So Shiraishi Masato completely believed that this young man, whom he had broken and reshaped, completely belonged to him.

Amuro-kun, you can't escape from his palm.

Since Kawaguchi Tei dared to intervene in the game between him and the organization, don't blame him for collecting a small amount of interest.

It's because Kawaguchi-kun cares so obviously about Amuro Toru.

Once your weakness is exposed, don't blame him for taking advantage of it.

His fingertips seemed to accidentally land on the pulse of Furuya Rei's neck, and he said in a cold tone: "Toru-kun, can you do me a favor? In return for my protection."

Without asking any questions, Furuya Rei said seriously, "I do, Mr. Shiraishi."

Shiraishi Masato seemed to smile, his voice softening again as he said distressedly, "I want you to teach Kawaguchi Tei a lesson, but Toru-kun seems to be very repulsed by Kawaguchi-kun."

Feeling the violently beating pulse under his fingertips, he lowered his voice and said, "Are you afraid of him, Tou-kun? Don't be afraid. I will always protect Tou-kun. I even shot him today."

The throbbing beneath his fingertips gradually stabilized. Shiraishi Masato laughed silently, his voice coaxing, "Just stab him in the left shoulder when he's off guard. You can do it, right?"

Furuya Zero replied in confusion: "Yes, I can do it."

He didn't seem to know what he had agreed to.

Shiraishi Masato is vengeful. Kawaguchi Tei hurt him, so he will retaliate, no matter what means!

His voice was so gentle that it made people intoxicated. He said seductively, "Toru-kun can definitely do it. Kawaguchi-kun is obsessed with your body. It's not the first time anyway. As long as you stop resisting, your body will be your best weapon."

"Toru-kun, you won't let me down, right?"

Furuya Rei said solemnly and devoutly, "Yes, I won't let Mr. Shiraishi down."

Shiraishi Masato withdrew his hand with satisfaction. When he stood up, his legs went weak and he staggered and almost fell.

After he steadied himself, his vision went dark and his body shivered with cold.

He knew that this was the limit of blood loss, and he grinned. The feeling of walking on the edge of life and death was too addictive.

He turned his head and said perfunctorily: "I'm sorry, Toru-kun, please bear with it for now. I will send a message to Kawaguchi-kun to rescue you."

Furuya Rei maintained his original posture, his voice hollow, "Yes, Mr. Shiraishi."

Masato Shiraishi turned off the lights and left, and the basement door was locked again.

The basement was quiet again. The guardian exerted force on his waist and sat up easily.

His unfocused eyes stared straight at the door, and he licked his lips, satisfied and happy: "Mr. Shiraishi, every time you have an emotional fluctuation, it's as delicious as a cookie."

He was willing to be patient and act with Shiraishi Masato because the other person's emotional ups and downs could entertain him.

This made him reluctant to kill Shiraishi Masato.

Well, why don’t you just play with it for a while, and when he gets tired of it, you can kill him!

He laughed a crazily and overly critical laugh. "Breaking down a person's personality and piecing it back together according to your will—this method of brainwashing and reshaping is painful and cruel. Mr. Shiraishi, your methods excite me so much, so—try your best to please me."